Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

this is a drunk post
a pretty... damn drunk (had to fix it from durnk) post.

Head's swimming, room is swaying but
hey
hey


eh..hey


Can I tell you something if you promise not to take it the wrong way?

You're a whore.
And I don't like whores.







See? How many wrong ways are there to take that?

Exactly!












Man. Substance abuse is a bitch.

I'm trying to reign it in, at this
exact moment

but things aren't as clear.

For a minute there, I had a hit-streak.

And chicks with boyfriends (and girlfriends) were all over me.

Wonder if they started to call bullshit...
or just saw me for the alcoholic wreck I am.






One besty is moving to Oregon.
One besty threw out his back and is stuck in Kuwait with no treatment or surgery for his bulging disks.
One besty has been on the threshold of suicide for the last ten years, and just got out of round two with his significant other.

So let's have a fucking dance party.




























But me? I dunno. My shit is the same as it has been for five years.
And I took long, loving, hating looks at the bottle before it finally clicked
and ended with two too many.




With any luck they'll put that on my tombstone.







I guess I see my support network kinda caving in.
Or maybe...my support network was always just a distraction network.





Either way, my dog still loves me.
And I am going to have a hangover tomorrow.

Which is fine.
I get those even when I haven't been drinking.
Maybe it's my body's allergic reaction to obnoxious bitchwork for minimal pay.


Dunno, but it's a perfect night to sleep on the floor.